4 See how I pass my weary days In sighs and groans, and when 'tis night, I drown my bed and self in tears; My grief consumes and dims my sight. 5 Depart, ye wicked foes, your hopes Are dashed, for this my mournful voice Will bring God nearer to my aid, When you come flocking to rejoice. 6 The Lord hath heard my pray'r, and those That gaped upon me as their prey Will vex themselves at their defeat And their confusion turn away. Halleluja.